Archived entries for On Aerite Wings

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Panel 1
Exterior, Night, the open sky.

An English warship glides through the night. The ship is massive – dreadnought class, bristling with firepower. The crew can be seen moving over her top decks. Lights illuminate parts of the ship. We can see the word ARTEMIS stenciled in white block letters on her side.

Panel 2
CUT TO – Interior, the bridge of the ARTEMIS.

A cross between the command area of a submarine and a dirigible, the nerve center of the ARTEMIS is bustling with activity, even at this late hour. The captain sits in the middle of the commotion, quietly sipping his tea. The background is a mixture of brass fittings, gauges, altimeters, maps and wood paneling.

Panel 3
CUT TO – Exterior, Night, a hill below.

A man in a long, black coat holds a pair of binoculars up to his eyes. He is standing on a hill, behind him is a device attached to the bed of a truck. It looks like a cross between the drill of an oil derrick and a radio array. Next to that truck is another truck with a power supply on its flatbed.

MAN
<Target in range. Begin the test>*
*Translated from Russian.

Panel 4
Behind the man, the device lifts up off of the truck bed and hums to life. The air begins to crackle.

PAGE 2

Panel 1
CUT TO – Interior, the bridge of the ARTEMIS.

The ship suddenly takes a sharp dive. People are thrown off balance, into their instrumentation. The captain is trying to stand, point and barking orders. His tea cup is broken on the floor. Steam is escaping from some of the pipes.

Panel 2
CUT TO – Exterior, the outside of the ARTEMIS.

She is listing violently, rolling to her side as her nose angles down toward the ground. Her keel is cracking, like paint peeling off a wall. Green light is pouring from the cracks.

Panel 3
CUT TO – Interior, the bridge of the ARTEMIS.

The same green light is filling the bridge. The crew are screaming in agony, tearing at their skin as it starts to slough off. Close in the foreground, we see the captain, screaming with his mouth wide, raking his finger nails down his face. His eyes are bleeding, his nose is bleeding, his tongue and lips are blistering.

Panel 4
CUT TO – Exterior, the outside of the ARTEMIS.

The ship is breaking apart. A massive explosion billows out from her back quarter. Her foredecks are splitting, and you can see the crew falling out from the splits. The green light is pouring out of the ship. The ARTEMIS is going down.

PAGE 3

Panel 1
CUT TO – Exterior, Night, a hill below.

Close on shot on the man watching the ARTEMIS with his binoculars. You can see the flaming ship reflected in the lenses of the binoculars. There is a smirk on his face.

MAN
<Test successful.>

Panel 2
The man turns around and begins gesturing and shouting to the crew behind him.

MAN
<Pack it up and let’s get out of here. It won’t take them long to come looking for her.>

Panel 3
Tight shot on the man as he turns back to look at the ship, still falling out of the sky. The orange from the fire illuminates his face.

MAN
Dosveedanya

Panel 4
Wide shot from behind the man as we can see the ARTEMIS fully breaking apart. It looks like a SHOOTING STAR.

PAGE 4

Panel 1
CUT TO – HAWKINS leaning on a railing, looking out at a clear South Pacific sky. The stairs are reflected on the water out in the lagoon. Airships of all shapes and sizes are moored there. There is a SHOOTING STAR in the sky. This is a big panel, about 3/4s of the page. Title elements + publishing information go here.

Panel 2
Swing the camera around to look at HAWKINS, staring wistfully up at the sky. Behind him, standing in a doorway is the silhouette of a large woman with her hands on her hips. Her body language shows that she’s not happy.

WOMAN
Boy! Get your ass back inside!

teslaandtwain

I had hardly completed my course at the Real Gymnasium when I was prostrated with a dangerous illness or rather, a score of them, and my condition became so desperate that I was given up by physicians. During this period I was permitted to read constantly, obtaining books from the Public Library which had been neglected and entrusted to me for classification of the works and preparation of the catalogues. One day I was handed a few volumes of new literature unlike anything I had ever read before and so captivating as to make me utterly forget my hopeless state. They were the earlier works of Mark Twain and to them might have been due the miraculous recovery which followed. Twenty-five years later, when I met Mr. Clemens and we formed a friendship between us, I told him of the experience and was amazed to see that great man of laughter burst into tears.

-Nikola Tesla

┬áBen is out of town, and I’ve stolen his sketchbook. Here are some preliminary drawings from Cloudburst.

On Aerite Wings - Cloudburst

On Aerite Wings - Cloudburst



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